Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked da its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked da its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are te the one shit out of luck?
Is it te being pushed around?
Is it te begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
o is it the fact that te remember all of the lies?
Was it te tied down onto his bed?
Was it te screaming at the site of his head?
Was it te who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped te remain alright?
Do te regret ever meeting him,
o was it a lesson well-learned?
Do te regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do te regret ever baciare him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
te just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are te the one shit out of luck?
Is it te being pushed around?
Is it te begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
o is it the fact that te remember all of the lies?
Was it te tied down onto his bed?
Was it te screaming at the site of his head?
Was it te who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped te remain alright?
Do te regret ever meeting him,
o was it a lesson well-learned?
Do te regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do te regret ever baciare him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
te just tie up a noose.
rose are red
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
te who speak of beautiful words
when at my back te have this sharp swords
delighted da how te praise me
set me on fuoco is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing te can do :P
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a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
violets are blue
when i flush the toilet
i remember you. . .
te who speak of beautiful words
when at my back te have this sharp swords
delighted da how te praise me
set me on fuoco is what you'd like to see
what's even funnier is that i've done nothing to you
i'm just being me and there's nothing te can do :P
jdvnjsvhjdfnvlknsdvnv
vkdfvhnjdfnvjkdfnvjkndfklv
vfdjvbjkdfvkljnbvok
sdvjksdnjkvbnjkvbsorv
vjkdsbjvkbnovioisv
sniodsvniosdfvoisvbfvoiv
nhiovbiovsoivov
vjkfbvjfbvnbov
vjvboidboi
vjbvbovioir
nbfiovboibiosr
biopriobrnieo
nbovinbpoidneeeeeeeebnivbd
rfbjoldnbon
jfrborbfipob
fdnbnbp
biorbnipodnb
a short poem for the haters ;)
loveyall,, ya make me famous!!!! :*
